#victoria flint

[cadybear420]

Hi hi! I was the anon who asked for the generic outfits for the f!professional body. Thank you for doing those! Would it be okay to ask for the same with f!Vic Flints underwear and main outfit edited to fit the f!professional body?

No problem!

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Uggggghhhhh....gag me. I swear if mc crawls after her begging her to stay or do some big sacrifice to "prove to Vic that love solves all their problems" I'm gonna reach through this virtual world and throttle her myself

[korgbelmont]

Now Added: Victoria Flint

Victoria in her underwear has now been added to the Transparents folder

With thanks to @farizrz

[why-i-love-comics]

Batman: The Brave & the Bold #1 - "Down With the Kings" (2023)

written by Ed Brisson art by Jeff Spokes

[elisedonut]

trying to decide if in a muggle ghost!au if I would want Percy to be the ghost or whoever i'm shipping him with in that moment

on one hand dead!Percy who died from like a sickness a hell of a long time ago like im talking 50-60 years not like a year ago ok cool fun interesting

especially when its like those situations where ghosts don't "wake up" (so to speak) immediately and so he's just is very confused why everything's so different and his family is gone and that there's some random person in his house, in his room. Ghosts have to work to be able to bee seen though so it takes a few weeks of Percy trying to do stuff to get them to notice him you know normal ghost shenanigans slamming cabinets, leaving notes on like mirrors, turning things on or off that kind of deal. anyway point is it doesn't work for a while because he has to figure out how to be corporeal.

so he ends up learning more about the person in the house with him and realizes that they seem really lonely. Percy never sees anyone else enter the house with them and they don't leave the house too often.

some character specific thoughts I have for potential non ghosty's

Oliver

played a sport professionally idk I've seen both rugby and soccer being like the replacement sport for quidditch regardless of which one i think he like broke a leg or something and cant play anymore so is now in strong depression

breaking a leg was very recent

doesn't react to Percy slamming things around because i think he's just kinda numb and doesn't really notice most of the time

but when Percy is finally able to show himself Oliver accepts fairly well because he thinks he's kinda just finally lost it

needs new special interest stat before he does something drastic

Marcus

Has an online job so legit just does not leave the house

moved as far from his family as he could after his Mother's death

jokes about there being a ghost before Percy figures out a corporeal form which causes Percy hope at first but is quickly dashed when Marcus just uses some random name

but because of him joking about it Marcus is more freaked out then Oliver would be when it becomes clear that there is indeed a ghost

i also really like the idea of someone slowly dying from something chronic that cant be fixed because then the problem of them being unable to be together gets fixed and then the other dies and they get to be reborn together or live out eternity as ghosties

[mayamarvil]

He’s kind of cool

Batman: The Brave and the Bold #5

[collectingmuses]

[widowshill]

the monologues to me

[penginlord]

After having watched the finale, I'd like to make some amendments too this post!

First, Aunt Hilde would fit Edith, from the perspective that they're both wanting to help as many people as possible (ending world hunger; ridding the world of monsters) and they'll do it through whatever means they have.

But hold up now. Each of the bounty targets were the 4 Horsemen, so things do change ever so slightly here. And it's interesting how Victoria tried to sell them on their roles, but the way she did it almost felt half hearted. Like she's doing all of this, continuing the apocalypse out of obligation, not necessarily desire. Most of all, she seems to want connection and trust, but she'll accept purpose and sacrifice if that's all she has left.

As for the characters, I feel she was right in some regards.

Silas Flint is war. The rage, the violence, the punching, it all fits. But he also has a strange sense of justice that war usually has as well. Usually with each side believing their in the right, or trying to get justice at another country for a perceived wrong. In a way, Silas feels like the Greek god Ares, which is befitting of War anyway.

Delacy as conquest also fits very well, for the reasons he's stated. I don't have much more to add. But I also feel Delacy would fit well as death. Not because he's experienced it, but because of how quick he is to deal it. His first instinct is too shoot (much as Silas's is too fight). But unlike Silas, Delacy shoots too kill almost all of the time.

But Victoria did get some. .wrong.

Nathaniel Jensson is pestilence, clear as day. Sure, he's experienced death, but I would sooner say he'd win a footrace then say he's at all mastered it. But he has mastered the calling of insects. And as a walking corpse, he carries disease with him everywhere he goes (or, at least the opportunity too).

Edith Valentine, would make a great conquest. Part of conquest is not simply the achieving of things, but the will and drive to preserver until you have. (Not that Delacy doesn't have that, but he fits death and we need too shuffle the cards around a little bit). Edie's drive is the loss of her brother. It's what's been driving her to do everything she's doing now. Hunting monsters, playing a saloon girl to get by. All of it is for the memory of the one she lost. And so she seeks to conquer so that never happens to anyone again.

Of course, that leaves Garnet with Famine. While, like my earlier version of this post this feels like a filling of the gaps, it also somehow feels right. There's a connection to Gambling. The idea of "The house always wins", with everyone else walking away empty handed, or they stay at the table and lose more then they can.

Of course, these are just my theories regarding all of this, and I do hope we get too see more of these characters again. They were absolutely fantastic to watch.

You know, the bounties that the Oxventures are hunting in Deadlands seem to mirror/be like an evil future alternative some of their characters quite well, and I wonder if it means anything.

potential spoilers below? For all the episodes at least.

Benjamin Bellows very much reflects Delacy. A trigger-happy marksman, who's very prone to violence. Delacy could've definitely ended up like Bellows if he had different companions in his early journeys, I can definitely see that.

It's the others in Delacy's life that will prevent him from becoming like Bellows.

Justice Mortimer Todd Bu Dreau (I can't believe that's how it's actually spelt) very obviously is reflective of Silas Flint. Someone who has their own idea of what justice is and will zealously commit too dealing that justice out, while also having anger management issues. Again, I believe the major difference might be the company both keep, but in Silas's case, it also might very well be seeing the extreme end that his path could take, as ot id very likely he wouldn't notice his small changes too the extreme. Kinda like a ghost of Christmas future sorta thing.

Daisy Du Crow is a bit harder to place, and for some reason my gut instinct says Edith? Probably cause she was the only other player there and Andy seems to like having the plays witnessing their dark alternatives. I do wish I had more insight on this pairing, but I just don't know enough yet.

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Absolutely not! Have a little self respect for yourself mc, damn.

[korgbelmont]

Hi could I have a transparent of Caucasian Victoria Flint happy emotion and without her tattoos. Thank you

Hi there. You can find her below

[book--brackets]

DragonLance: Chronicles by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman (1984-1995)

Once merely creatures of legend, the dragons have returned to Krynn. But with their arrival comes the departure of the old gods--and all healing magic. As war threatens to engulf the land, lifelong friends reunite for an adventure that will change their lives and shape their world forever . . .When Tanis, Sturm, Caramon, Raistlin, Flint, and Tasslehoff see a woman use a blue crystal staff to heal a villager, they wonder if it's a sign the gods have not abandoned them after all. Fueled by this glimmer of hope, the Companions band together to uncover the truth behind the gods' absence--though they aren't the only ones with an interest in the staff. The Seekers, a new religious order, wants the artifact for their own ends, believing it will help them replace the gods and overtake the continent of Ansalon. Now, the Companions must assume the unlikely roles of heroes if they hope to prevent the staff from falling into the hands of darkness.

Princess Academy by Shannon Hale (2005-2015)

While attending a strict academy for potential princesses with the other girls from her mountain village, fourteen-year-old Miri discovers unexpected talents and connections to her homeland.

Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson (2023)

The only life Tress has known on her island home in an emerald-green ocean has been a simple one, with the simple pleasures of collecting cups brought by sailors from faraway lands and listening to stories told by her friend Charlie. But when his father takes him on a voyage to find a bride and disaster strikes, Tress must stow away on a ship and seek the Sorceress of the deadly Midnight Sea. Amid the spore oceans where pirates abound, can Tress leave her simple life behind and make her own place sailing a sea where a single drop of water can mean instant death?

Parasol Protectorate by Gail Carriger (2009-2012)

Alexia Tarabotti is labouring under a great many social tribulations.

First, she has no soul. Second, she's a spinster whose father is both Italian and dead. Third, she was rudely attacked by a vampire, breaking all standards of social etiquette.

Where to go from there? From bad to worse apparently, for Alexia accidentally kills the vampire -- and then the appalling Lord Maccon (loud, messy, gorgeous, and werewolf) is sent by Queen Victoria to investigate. With unexpected vampires appearing and expected vampires disappearing, everyone seems to believe Alexia responsible. Can she figure out what is actually happening to London's high society? Will her soulless ability to negate supernatural powers prove useful or just plain embarrassing? Finally, who is the real enemy, and do they have treacle tart?

Wayward Children by Seanan McGuire (2016-present)

Eleanor West’s Home for Wayward Children  No Solicitations  No Visitors  No Quests 

Children have always disappeared under the right conditions; slipping through the shadows under a bed or at the back of a wardrobe, tumbling down rabbit holes and into old wells, and emerging somewhere... else.

But magical lands have little need for used-up miracle children.

Nancy tumbled once, but now she’s back. The things she’s experienced... they change a person. The children under Miss West’s care understand all too well. And each of them is seeking a way back to their own fantasy world.

But Nancy’s arrival marks a change at the Home. There’s a darkness just around each corner, and when tragedy strikes, it’s up to Nancy and her new-found schoolmates to get to the heart of the matter.

No matter the cost.

Codex Alera by Jim Butcher (2004-2009)

For a thousand years, the people of Alera have united against the aggressive and threatening races that inhabit the world, using their unique bond with the furies--elementals of earth, air, fire, water, wood, and metal. But in the remote Calderon Valley, the boy Tavi struggles with his lack of furycrafting. At fifteen, he has no wind fury to help him fly, no fire fury to light his lamps. Yet as the Alerans' most savage enemy--the Marat horde--return to the Valley, Tavi's courage and resourcefulness will be a power greater than any fury, one that could turn the tides of war...

The Belgariad by David Eddings (1982-1984)

Long ago, so the Storyteller claimed, the evil God Torak sought dominion and drove men and Gods to war. But Belgarath the Sorcerer led men to reclaim the Orb that protected men of the West. So long as it lay at Riva, the prophecy went, men would be safe.

But that was only a story, and Garion did not believe in magic dooms, even though the dark man without a shadow had haunted him for years. Brought up on a quiet farm by his Aunt Pol, how could he know that the Apostate planned to wake dread Torak, or that he would be led on a quest of unparalleled magic and danger by those he loved - but did not know? For a while his dreams of innocence were safe, untroubled by knowledge of his strange heritage. For a little while...

Monk and Robot by Becky Chambers (2021-2022)

It's been centuries since the robots of Panga gained self-awareness and laid down their tools; centuries since they wandered, en masse, into the wilderness, never to be seen again; centuries since they faded into myth and urban legend.

One day, the life of a tea monk is upended by the arrival of a robot, there to honor the old promise of checking in. The robot cannot go back until the question of "what do people need?" is answered.

But the answer to that question depends on who you ask, and how.

They're going to need to ask it a lot.

The Once and Future King by T. H. White (1958)

Once upon a time, a young boy called "Wart" was tutored by a magician named Merlyn in preparation for a future he couldn't possibly imagine. A future in which he would ally himself with the greatest knights, love a legendary queen and unite a country dedicated to chivalrous values. A future that would see him crowned and known for all time as Arthur, King of the Britons.During Arthur's reign, the kingdom of Camelot was founded to cast enlightenment on the Dark Ages, while the knights of the Round Table embarked on many a noble quest. But Merlyn foresaw the treachery that awaited his liege: the forbidden love between Queen Guenever and Lancelot, the wicked plots of Arthur's half-sister Morgause and the hatred she fostered in Mordred that would bring an end to the king's dreams for Britain--and to the king himself.

Otherworld by Kelley Armstrong (2001-2012)

Elena Michaels is the world’s only female werewolf. And she’s tired of it. Tired of a life spent hiding and protecting, a life where her most important job is hunting down rogue werewolves. Tired of a world that not only accepts the worst in her–her temper, her violence–but requires it. Worst of all, she realizes she’s growing content with that life, with being that person.

So she left the Pack and returned to Toronto where she’s trying to live as a human. When the Pack leader calls asking for her help fighting a sudden uprising, she only agrees because she owes him. Once this is over, she’ll be squared with the Pack and free to live life as a human. Which is what she wants. Really.

[amethystandemma]

Idk what to title this. Percy's Right Hook or something? Idk. I'm bad at titles

This is very dialogue heavy, so be wary of that. It's also like really short.

Enjoy! Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated.

Word Count: 670

“Did you finish your potions essay?” Victoria Macmillan asked.

Percy Weasley shook his head. “No. Not yet.” He looked down an empty hallway, checking to see if any students were out past curfew then turned back to her. “Between Prefect duties and studying for O.W.L.s I haven’t had the time for Snape’s extra assignments.”

Victoria peered down another corridor before turning back to him. “I could help.” 

“I believe the last time you ‘helped’, we ended up snogging in one of the greenhouses.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Absolutely not.”

Victoria’s laugh echoed through the stone halls as Percy gently kissed her neck. She swatted him away, but not before kissing him on the cheek.

The two Prefects didn’t see any students out after curfew as they walked on their patrol route. Aside from the occasional ghost, they saw no one else.

“Did you hear that?” Percy asked.

From the stairs leading down to the dungeons came the sound of muffled yelling. Victoria took one look at Percy before they both ran down the staircase.

Down in front of the Slytherin Common Room was Oliver Wood and Fred and George Weasley in what could only be described as a brawl with Marcus Flint and three members of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Both the twins were sporting nosebleeds but still fought with a voracity like no other. Oliver Wood had Marcus Flint in a headlock and repeatedly punched him in the face.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” Percy shouted.

Oliver looked up, and both Prefects got a good view of his black eye. Flint took the opportunity to wrangle out of his hold and tackle him. The twins didn’t even look up.

“Arresto Momentum!” shouted Victoria.

All seven of the boys were slowed down, their movements becoming sluggish. Percy nodded in thanks to Victoria before walking over to his brothers. He grabbed both of them by an ear and dragged them away from the three Slytherins they were fighting.

“Care to explain what you three are doing out at this hour?” Percy asked, his voice sharp.

Fred winced, his hand going to Percy’s hand. “Perce!”

“I swear, I’m going to write to Mum–”

“Flint is the one that bloodied up Radiant!” George interrupted. 

Percy let their ears go, his hands falling to his side. He looked between them, Flint, and Oliver.

“Is that true?” asked Percy.

Flint sneered. “The wench had it coming.”

“Why you–”

Percy grabbed Oliver’s wrist, yanking him back. 

“No mate, he’s not worth it.” Percy muttered.

Flint grinned.

“Allow me.”

Percy turned, punching Flint directly in the jaw. The burly boy fell to the ground. Fred and George cheered as Percy shook his wrist.

“You’re going to get it Weasley,” one of the Slytherins muttered, helping Flint to his feet.

“Are you threatening a Prefect?” Victoria asked, stepping forward with her wand raised.

The four boys, two of them supporting Flint, stepped back. She raised an eyebrow, taking a short step forward.

The reaction was immediate. All four of them stumbled back and went into the Slytherin Common Room.

“What was that about?” whispered Fred.

“Long story.” Percy muttered. 

“Very long story.” added Oliver.

Both twins looked at each other. “Wicked.”

Victoria stepped back over to Percy, putting an arm on his shoulder. A small smirk was toying on her lips.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen anything Vic, have you?” Percy asked.

“Can’t say I have Perce.” Victoria looked between the three boys. “Though, if we did see any students, I’d suggest they run back to their Common Room before Filch comes and sees them.”

Fred and George grinned. Without a word, they ran back up the stairs. 

Oliver looked between the two, his gaze freezing on Percy’s.

“I won’t tell her,” said Percy. “Don’t worry.”

The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain nodded before heading up the stairs as well. Victoria stared until his black robes faded from view. She turned to Percy.

“You have a very nice right hook. Care to teach me sometime?”

“Anytime.”

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Wattpad | Ao3

[peonyblossom]

Characters/Ships I'll Write For

for reference :)

Pixelberry

All of Us

Alex x m!MC (Dexter Del Rossi)

Tess x f!MC (Jo Moreno)

Alpha

m!Channing Lowe x m!MC (Kalani Mochizuki)

America's Most Eligible

Carson Stewart x f!MC (Juliet James)

Blades of Light and Shadow

Nia Ellarious x f!human!MC (Iris of Riverbend)

Valax x f!human!MC (Iris of Riverbend)

Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury

Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury x m!elf!MC (Hades Nightbloom)

Bloodbound

Adrian Raines x Gaius Augustine

Dirty Little Secrets

m!Carpenter (Emmett King) x m!MC (Brooklyn Peters)

High School Story

Wes Porter x Ezra Mitchell

Payton Saunders x f!MC (Lola Williams)

Michael Harrison x nb!MC (Jamie Baxter)

Mia Warren x Katherine

Ajay Bhandari x m!MC (Matty Wright)

Hollywood U

Thomas Hunt x f/nb!MC (Jackie Winters)

Hot Couture

Marco Di Vincenzo x f!MC (Analise Moore)

Immortal Desires

m!Cas x m!Gabe x nb!MC (Reese O'Malley)

Lewyn Junius x m!OC (Jude Junius)

It Lives Anthology

Noah Marshall x m!MC (Harry Spear)

Ava Cunningham x f!MC (Raven Adams)

Noah Marshall x Connor Green

Connor Green x m!MC (Jesse Harrison)

Stacy Green x f!MC (Ivy Lovelace)

Noah Marshall x m!MC (Devon Yasuda)

m!MC (Isaak Vance)

Imogen Wescott x f!MC (Fiona Vance)

Tom Sato x m!MC (River Vance)

Danni Asturias x f!MC (Merliah Vance)

f!MC (Bailey Vance)

Abel Flint x nb!MC (Ollie Bridgers)

Lincoln Aquino x nb!MC (Keagan Burke)

Amalia de León x nb!MC (Lottie Hamilton)

Jocelyn Wu x f!MC (Eleanor Wilkins) (slowburn)

Matthias McQuoid x m!OC (Ezra Wilkins)

Jocelyn Wu x nb!MC (Benni Locke) (fwb)

Laws of Attraction

Gabe Ricci x Aislinn Tanaka x nb!MC (Sav Zarza)

Murder at Homecoming

Donovan Navarro x nb!MC (Jupiter Stone)

Open Heart

Ethan Ramsey x m!MC (Sydney Valentine)

Ethan Ramsey x Tobias Carrick

Aurora Emery x Sienna Trinh

Queen B

Zoey Wade x f!MC (Quinn Hughes)

Ian Kingsley x f!MC (Quinn Hughes)

Untameable Anthology

m!Kit Jackson x m!MC (Jules Rojas)

Mandy Martinez x Ryder Wilson x m!MC (Barrett Kemp)

Gravity Falls

Stan Pines x Reader

Stan Pines x nb!OC (JD Willows)

Ford Pines x Fiddleford McGucket

Grey's Anatomy/Station 19

Mark Sloan x Jackson Avery x Lexi Grey

Mark Sloan x Jackson Avery

Meredith Grey x Derek Shepherd

Meredith Grey x Andy Herrera

Victoria Hughes x Lucas Ripley

Izzie Stevens x Denny Duquette

Ben Warren x Miranda Bailey

Cristina Yang x Teddy Altman

Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca

[words-and-coffee]

I was told that we are made of cells, but now I think we are made of paper and when the wind blows, we shiver and fold in astonishment. Men write their dreams on us. They like to weep on our chests, When they're done, they use us as flint

Victoria Chang, The Trees Witness Everything - Inheritance

[lanitalay]

Among Flames and Starlight Chapter 5

a/n: I'm very proud of this chapter!!!!! Enjoy!

Warnings: angst, bad mental health, suicidal thoughts, oc refusing to eat

Word count: 2.1k

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Mahogany. The massive doors that separated her from the rest of her life were mahogany. Not maple. Not pine. But deep red-brown mahogany. They were carved with scenes from Autumn legends. Irene didn’t recognize them. She could infer they told the story of a hero, from the male figure wielding a sword against a tentacled creature. If the doors stayed closed she’d be fine. Even if the dress she wore was scratchy. Or if the thorns from her bouquet pricked her skin. She was happy to stay here, cold sweat running down her spine, nausea making her question the last time she ate and hair pulled so tight in a bun that her head ached. 

In this space, standing behind the doors she was herself. Not the Princess of Autumn. Not Eris Vanserras’ wife. 

But the doors could not stay closed forever. Someone would inevitably have to open them. Either to go in or out. Today, she knew they would be opened by two footmen, right on cue with the music, so that she may walk down the aisle. 

Irene was shell shocked from the last fifteen minutes. In moments, she was expelled from her home and sold off to the highest- or only- bidder. She was cold now, no longer surrounded by the Summer sun. No, she was in Autumn now and the sun was blocked by moody clouds and a forest canopy. The scent of maple and pine enveloped her and if she had chosen to be here on her own free will, she might have savored it. She remained standing in the courtyard as the Vanserras dispersed. Some went into the forest, others into the house and the youngest went towards a grass field. 

Lady Autumn and Eris stayed with her. The latter still holding onto her arm. The former looked at her with sad eyes and motioned with her hand  “come dear, I can show you to your room.” Eris let go of her, his hands now placed firmly behind his back. Irene nodded, not processing what was happening and followed the Lady into the Forest House. 

The beginning notes of a traditional Autumn song sounded from behind the doors. The knobs on the door rotated slowly. Mahogany pulled away to reveal the aisle, lined with white carpet. She kept her eyes trained on that carpet, how pristine it was. How not one speck of dust dirtied it. How long it was. How, at the other end, stood a male with red hair. Staring at the floor was infinitely easier than facing the crows and the faces she could not bear to see. 

They were all here. The High Lord of Night, Celene, Cassian, Azriel, Victoria and… Rhys. She couldn’t be sure that seeing him wouldn’t cause her to break. That the one person she truly wanted would be watching when she vowed her life away to another. 

That first day in the Autumn Court was bad. Irene spent it in her room, looking out of the window from a cushioned chair. She didn’t see anyone until it was time for dinner when Lady Autumn, or Mora, as she insisted Irene call her, brought her a plate.

The next morning a servant took the untouched plate out of the room. Mora came back, insisting that she meet everyone at breakfast. Irene couldn’t focus on so many new names. Brando, Cyrus, Arden, Flint, Hugo. She knew Eris and had heard many things about Lucien. The middle autumn sons were mainly described as being various degrees of insane and sadistic, taking after their father. However, that morning the table was mute of conversation. 

Mora introduced her properly to each of the boys. Irene didn’t acknowledge them. She was led to a chair and given a plate with a variety of foods. Lucien said that “the maple buns are good,” but she did not touch any of it. Not when they were eating. When she was sure the food was safe and eating it would keep her alive in this hell. 

At lunch no one bothered her. Irene kept her gaze through the window. 

She knew that she should be walking. But her feet were glued to the floor. The musicians repeated the first verse. Then moved to the second. Irene stayed put. Nothing good awaited her at the end of the aisle. No love. No friendship. Not even quiet companionship. She remembered the burn on her waist, acknowledged the threat that it was, and considered her options.

Her last shard of autonomy.

Burn at the hands of Beron and hope to die or marry Eris and pray to survive. She was only half witch, surely she could be killed like the fae. No one had ever tested that theory though. But she could be the first. The first half witch half fae to have ever lived and died. There would be nothing to hold onto with Eris. Only dread and fear that one day she’d be forced to carry out the duty of all heirs. 

But Avalon was alive. She had been alive for decades in a prison. So if only for her mother and the smallest possibility of seeing her again, Irene stepped forward. 

A full seven days went by and Irene refused to ingest anything, save for a few sips of water here and there. She only had enough energy to walk from the bed to the chair by the window and back. The same clothes she arrived in now hung from her hollowed frame. When she bothered to look in the mirror she saw a withered female. One breath from oblivion. Irene longed for it. 

Mora would come in once a day and try to get her to eat something. She had even gone as far as to force broth down her throat. But Irene refused to keep it down. 

Until, on the seventh day, Lucien walked into her room and gagged. She had not seen anyone except Mora since that first breakfast. He stood by the door, unsure if she was breathing. Irene’s patience had vanished by that point so she snapped, as much as she could manage “why are you here?” 

He fiddled with an envelope and raised it up so she could see “this arrived for you.”

She remained silent and unmoving. “It’s from Victoria.” A twist in her heart reminded her she was still alive. Victoria… the last image she had of her friend was of her scratching at her throat, begging to speak. Irene flipped her hand, signaling Lucien to hand her the letter. 

“I’ll give this to you if you eat something,” he sniffed “and bathe.” She did not react. Lucien left with the envelope and Irene thought just as well. She did not need to read her friend’s laments when soon, so very soon it would all be over and a dark endless sleep would rescue her. With eyes closed she willed herself to find that relief but then Lucien came back, this time with a tray of tea and plain crackers. 

He placed the tray on her bed and her stomach grumbled at the sight. “You’re hungry,” he told her like she did not already know “when we are hungry we eat.”

“I’m good, thanks.” Irene said, getting winded just from rolling her eyes in annoyance. Then Lucien leaned in, so as not to be heard by anyone else, “you are letting him win by letting yourself die.”

“You don’t know anything,” he put a gentle hand over hers “I know the High Lord wants you to suffer for your mother’s crimes. I think he hopes you die because he can’t kill her and you are letting him win.” Irene stares flatly at him. Lucien does the only thing he can think of and rips open the envelope, hoping to the gods Victoria wrote something helpful. “My gentle Irene I’m so sorry,” he reads

“It has been a day since you were ripped from us and I can’t bear to think of you in pain, alone. Father says the wedding is in a month and all I can think about is how you always wanted to be married on the cliffs of Velaris, overlooking the sea. I feel as how you must have felt when your mother was ripped away from you. I love you like a sister. We are all heartbroken. Please forgive me for not being able to save you. Please forgive my mother and Rhysand. None of us knew what he was planning. I would have never insisted you attend the ball had I known. Please stay strong. I’ll be there for the wedding. I’ll be there for you. Take care of yourself, like you’ve always cared for me. Remember nothing is forever, except my love for you, Victoria.”

Silent tears flowed down Irene's face as she reached for the cup of tea. 

It would take one hundred steps to reach the altar. The ridiculous poof of the dress does not let Irene look at her feet. So she walks with her head hung, looking at the floor. But their stares are so heavy. She can imagine the gloat in the High Lord of Night’s face and the pity in her friend’s eyes. 

On the tenth day, Irene was having regular meals. Mora was glad to see the improvement, even if she did not engage in conversation. Another letter arrived, this time from Mor. It remained untouched for a day. But at night, when sleep was impossible, Irene read it. She was never close with the female. They saw each other occasionally, but Mor had her own apartment and after the failed engagement she took every opportunity to leave the Night Court. She would often visit Winter or Vallahan. Since Irene could not leave Velaris, their relationship was nothing more than casual. 

The letter was simple “Irene, I’m sorry this happened. I would have written sooner but I did not hear about it until I returned to Velaris. Victoria was inconsolable. I promised her I’d write to you with advice. I don’t have much to say though, since I never spent more than a day there but the Autumn Court is just like any other. Watch your back. Avoid Beron at all costs.” 

No more letters came. Irene figured the ones that arrived did so through couriers from the Court of Nightmares, as getting mail sent from Velaris was a hassle because of the wards. One morning Mora insisted she go outside and get fresh air. Irene complied, so tired of fighting, of resisting. They sat on a bench near a pond and watched a swan and its cygnets swimming around. “I never wanted to marry the Beron,” the Lady confessed, “I was forced into it, much like you. I would not wish it upon anyone. But it hasn’t been all bad. Find a way to carve out happiness for yourself.” 

“How?” Mora sighed “you have everything we have to enjoy, paint? Or read? Maybe you enjoy gardening…” the list went on. But Irene could not think of finding joy. Not when all of her strength was spent fighting back tears and suppressing an ever present panic. 

She was half way down the aisle when she dared to look up. Victoria was holding a tissue to her eyes, wet with tears. Rhys was a statue beside her. Face set in an unreadable mask. Irene wanted to speak to them, if only mind to mind. But that would shatter her. So she looked forward, chin lifted. Eris stood at the altar, waiting for her. 

In the month she had been at the Forest House she had seen her betrothed three times. When she first arrived, that first breakfast and right now. He had made it his job to stay far away from her. Irene was grateful for the small mercy. 

One, two, three. 

Those were how many steps Irene climbed to reach the altar. She looked straight ahead, only seeing Eris’ chest and only spoke when the priestess said “repeat after me.”

“I take thee, Eris Vanserra, as my husband. To love and respect, until death do us part.” 

“I take thee, Irene Vallier, as my wife. To love and respect, until death do us part.”

The priestess concluded “you may now seal this bond with a kiss.”

Eris began to lean in. Irene stiffened, this was the beginning of the rest of her life. He would use her when he needed. Her body, her time on this planet had just been given away to him. Irene closed her eyes as he neared, bracing for his lips to meet hers in an unwanted intrusion. An intrusion that never came because just before he claimed her mouth, Eris moved his face. Placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. 

The priestess then announced ,

“I present Eris and Irene Vanserra, may the Mother bless this union.”

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